This years Bestival or washout as it should be re-named should not be described as nothing short of a mudfest. Despite the drowned rat look being rocked all over the campsite and around each stage, the festival was still a success, though it only took me and the group i was with about a day to get into vibe. The rain nearly, but didn't dampen our spirits.
All that said, we managed to catch a glimpse of a few blinding acts over the space of three days, well actually two as we couldn't face going back to the mud on the Sunday, even though i wanted to see The Coral, a carvery in a warm pub and a good old Isle of Wight tour seemed right up my street.
For me, my overall festival favourites would have to be Santogold in the Big Top on the Friday night. That girl New Raved the house down and despite her M.I.A-esque charms, she performed a blinding set that did me and all my soggy friends proud.
Oh i nearly forgot to mention that we got to the site on the Friday, full clad in our uber cool London gear. I myself decided to brave a white wind runner ensemble along with the festival staple, wellys and leggings. As soon as we arrived, to our bad luck, fellow revellers took it upon themselves to make us fit in e.g muddy. Some drunkards decided to lob a hand full of Isle of Wight mud at us (that's me and the Tel-myster) as soon as we got to the troops (Terry's bro and numerous pals) camp. I was not impressed, but after a quick wipe off i was ready to brave the main area.
Hot Chip were definitely another fav for me, getting us all pumping on the Saturday night. They followed Shlomo and DJ Yoda who also had a fun set using visual DJ tools, definitely worth a see.
The last act on the main stage on the Saturday was Amy Winehouse. She literally looked the worse i have ever seen her, and oh, was an hour late. I felt i needed to stay and see her perform at least once in my life, as i get the feeling that there might not be many opportunities left to see her. She really is an amazing talent, but we all thought that she didn't really sound up to scratch until nearly the end of her set, but quickly overshadowed that by forgetting her band members names. Who knows maybe she will come out the other side OK, but i just thing she needs to get some rest and sort her health out as she looked a mess. Not the Amy that i picture when i hear her music, just a lost soul.
Glitter clad we mingled through the throngs of fish fingers, mermaids, divers and various other '20,000 freaks under the sea' fancy dress entries to grab some munch and take the 10 minute walk back up to the car park for a lift to our accommodation for the weekend. It only took us 35 minutes and was literally one of the funniest moments of my life. Everyone was stuck to their knees in mud. Strangers had to cling on to one another just to stay upright, was funny, but doubt the casualties who fell in were very pleased, but i guess it's all part of the fun.
Would i go back next year? Most definitely, well only if i can ensure it's dry.
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